We are on our summer schedule at church. That means a combined adult Sunday school class at 9:00 and worship at 10:15. One of Kate’s favorite pastors is teaching the combined class. Kate had wanted to go last week, but she didn’t get ready until it was too late. Last night I asked Kate if she wanted to go this morning. She said she did. I got up about 30 minutes before her. She came into the kitchen while I was eating my breakfast. I wished her a happy anniversary. She gave a look that indicated that she had forgotten.
We hugged, and I asked her once again if she would like to go to go to Sunday school. She confirmed that she did. She asked me how much time she had before leaving. I told her about an hour and a half. In a short time she came into the kitchen again. She was groggy. I walked over to her and gave her a hug, and said, “Happy Anniversary.” She said, “Oh, it’s our anniversary?” and hugged back.
I went out for a walk 15-30 minutes later. When I returned, she was resting on the bed. I asked if she still wanted to go. She said she did. I went into the kitchen to check my email. A little while later, I went to our bedroom to check on her. She was resting. I asked if she wouldn’t rather skip Sunday school and just go to church. She said yes.
I left her again while I watched a video of a Rotary meeting I had missed while we were in Switzerland. About 40 minutes before our church service was to start, I went back to the bedroom and found that she was asleep. I decided to let her sleep. About 20 minutes ago, I checked again and found her in bed working jigsaw puzzles on her iPad. I asked if she were hungry. She said yes, and I said, “Well, let’s get ready for lunch.” She said OK. I can’t be absolutely sure, but I am sure she doesn’t remember that we were going to church.